Quick Wear: Devil's Whisper

My mother said, "Girls nowadays are very realistic. If your future wife asks you to add her name to the property certificate, you don't have to be embarrassed. Just say that the house is not in your name."

My father said, "We are all family. It doesn't matter whose name is written. You are our only son. After I die, everything will be yours. No one will fight with you for it."

My mother only lived in the new house for three months and she was not yet fifty when she died. My father said that she always left this world with a smile on her face.

Yang Lei didn't want to hear anything. The person was already gone, and no matter how much he said, it would be useless.

Yang Lei never told his grandmother about his mother's death, but the old lady still found out and suddenly looked much older.

My father was only in his fifties, but he soon married a woman in her forties who had a promising son.

Yao Yuan is 25 years old, a graduate student, works in a public institution, has a beautiful girlfriend, and is indeed quite promising.

Yang Lei is 26 years old. He took two make-up exams before he got his bachelor's degree. He has been a host for seven years and is still single.

Yang's father said that Yao Yuan and his girlfriend were getting married, and she didn't mind living with her parents-in-law.

Yang Lei felt very angry. He bought the house for his mother, so why should he let them live in it? Was he such a grudge?

Yang Lei moved directly back to the new house. As long as he was there, no one else could think of taking over his house. From then on, endless quarrels began between father and son.

Grandma advised Yang Lei not to make things difficult for himself, that his scumbag father was not worth his time, and that he should take care of his health and career, nothing else mattered.

Grandma felt that Yang Lei's condition was not right and urged him to go to the hospital, but Yang Lei was like a possessed person and refused to give up no matter what, and fought with his scumbag father to the end.

The stalemate lasted for two months, and the grandmother passed away. Only then did Yang Lei realize that he had wasted the time he spent with his grandmother on a scumbag.

During the more than two months that Yang Lei has been living at home, his sleep quality has become worse and worse, and his throat is in bad condition. His voice has become so bad that even a sound card cannot conceal it.

The live broadcast room was not performing well, and the data kept decreasing. The manager advised him to take a break and go to the hospital for a check-up. Yang Lei remembered his grandmother's instructions before she passed away, and went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said that his vocal cords were damaged and recommended rest.

When prescribing medicine, the doctor suggested that Yang Lei make an appointment with the psychiatric department. Yang Lei also felt that something was not right with him, and his dark circles under his eyes were frighteningly heavy.

Due to sensitivity, depression, anxiety, long-term insomnia and great mental stress, the doctor prescribed many medicines for Yang Lei, including antidepressants. Yang Lei felt that he was not sick, but he really couldn't sleep.

Yang Lei took more medicine than food every day. At first, the medicine could relieve his insomnia symptoms, but later it didn't work, so Yang Lei increased the dosage.

Until that night, the happy family of three in the living room were checking their luggage to see if anything was missing.

During the National Day holiday, a family of three bought plane tickets to go out and relax, and they deliberately said loudly that they felt depressed living in this house.

Yang Lei felt annoyed after listening to what he heard. He wanted to go to bed quickly so as not to hear their voices. However, even doubling the dosage did not work. So Yang Lei poured out another ten pills and stuffed them directly into his mouth. Later, he finally fell asleep. When he woke up again, he found himself in a strange place.

After Jing Xi finished reading the memory, he slapped the stunned spirit and sent it flying into the corner. He clicked his tongue twice and lamented how fragile humans are.

Yang Lei was still in a daze at this moment. He realized that he might be dead, but how could he die?

Looking at the "person" in front of him who was shrouded in layers of black fog, he looked very powerful. Could he be the ghost messenger who came to take him away?

Yang Lei cried and begged, "Sir, I have never thought of committing suicide. I just took too many pills and I don't want to die. If I die, wouldn't it be an easy loss for those three shameless people?"

Jing Xi clicked his tongue twice: "Suicide is a serious crime. If you really want to commit suicide, you will never get to me. You are really stupid in a unique way."

Yang Lei asked hesitantly: "Then how did I die?"

Jing Xi replied angrily: "You are so stupid!"

Looking at the sudden surge of black energy from that person, Yang Lei trembled in fear. Has the attitude of the civil servants in the underworld become so bad now?

Jing Xi thought this person was stupid, so he changed his words to something more understandable, "I'll help you get your revenge, and all your experience bonuses and equipment will be given to me. Then you, a rookie, can go to the reincarnation point and be reborn. Do you understand? If you understand, just press the handprint."

Yang Lei didn't dare to say that he didn't understand, and quickly pressed his handprint on the wooden sign, fearing that he would die again if he was a little slower.

Jing Xi put Yang Lei into the wooden sign, turned around and stepped into the magic circle...

As soon as Jing Xi opened his eyes, he was overwhelmed by the smell in the house. He waved his hand, opened all the windows, found the kitchen, closed the gas valve, returned to his room, looked around, then took the car keys and went out as if nothing had happened.

In Jing Xi's eyes, Yang Lei's current appearance is no different from that of a homeless person, so the most urgent task is to change his image first.

Yang Lei has a good foundation, but he has become as thin as a heavy smoker recently. If he dresses up properly, he can also be a delicate pretty boy.

The receptionist at the beauty salon was still whispering. She didn't expect that in this day and age, there are still young people paying with cash.

When Jing Xi threw out a bundle of hundred-dollar bills, the cashier at the front desk was stunned for a moment, then took out the dusty money detector.

In fact, Jing Xi didn't think of doing something so unusual, but Yang Lei was really poor. After searching through all his belongings, he couldn't find even a credit card. All he had were repayment reminders on various payment apps.

Jing Xi called Liang Caishen but to no avail, as he hung up on her three times in a row. She cursed him inwardly for being so stingy, and had no choice but to use her own personal nest egg to deal with the emergency.

Jing Xi drove to his grandmother's house in the countryside, and following the feeling, he found the vegetable garden behind the house. A small mud dog was running towards him happily, leaving mud spots all over the ground. His deep longing was about to overflow.

Jing Xi's face was filled with black lines. It turned out that such a strong longing came from a "country dog". It seemed that Yang Lei was indeed not very popular.

The little mud dog ran up to him, braked suddenly, turned around and wanted to run back. Jing Xi grinned and snapped his fingers, and the little mud dog flew up with all four paws, and then landed in a big plastic bag.

Jing Xi shook the plastic bag, lamenting that it was not even heavy enough to make a dog meat pot. The little mud dog shivered and pretended to be dead...

Even if this handsome boy doesn't like pets, he is willing to spend a lot of money to consume in their store.

But if you say he is a pet lover, I have never seen any owner put his puppy in a plastic bag.

After the little mud dog was cleaned and its hair was blown dry, Jing Xi realized that this was not a little mud dog at all, but a Husky rolling in the mud.